Laundry Day
It was time to tackle her son's bedding. She was in for a surprise find.
It was laundry day. That meant I had to steel myself and brave our nineteen-year-old son’s bedroom. I know that I should just tell him to strip his bed and put the bedding on the landing. I know that, but if you knew Mikhael, then you would know that it would never happen. He is not lazy; no, he is simply indifferent. If I gave him clean bedding, it would just sit wherever I left it. It would never get put on the bed. Not...